1st Was... The Awakening I cannot change the things Ive done, nor run another mile Yet here I stand, my trip begun, along this deadly aisle It wont go down without a fight, this sea I binge and purge My mast holds sway, my sails aflight, resisting every urge My men stand tall against such odds, Though lost their cause may seem I look to all and give them nods; Never better a team The fog wanes thin, the shore grows near, as gulls amass my deck I spin the wheel, the rudder sheers, and dodge another wreck For feint of heart and weak of mind these trials arent of sort I tell the men that god was kind, we anchor at our port But if you come upon this sea and wonder what to do Just trust them all no less than me beloved ship and crew.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 14:38:53 +0000
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